Michael Cole was backstage as the Countdown to Summerslam continued.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have quite the show lined up for you. One of which so happens to be the rematch between the Syndicate and the Savage Sons."
A voice yelling something from off screen got Cole's attention and the camera panned to reveal a fired up Eryn Reich.
"You are right indeed Michael Cole, this is a match that everyone has been talking about...the Savage Sons against the almighty Syndicate.
You know Cole, it's true what they say. It's always when you most need them that they appear. Always in the thick of it, just so the eyes of the world remain fixed on them. For what would the world be without its heroes?
After all Syndicate, that's what you consider yourselves, right?
The fabled knights in shining armor?
The ones who will always save the day?"
Reich shook his head.
"But we all know that's not true. People like you, are hollow...empty.
Just like your promises that as long as you're around.
As long as you clutch that gold treasure,
Everything will be alright.
But I say that you are liars, frauds...usurpers. False champions who are unworthy of the gold you carry."
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